*THE HANDKERCHIEF*
Have you ever thought how important it is
To carry a cloth of such a tiny piece?
You cry, then wipe, clean with it sometimes.
Now I ask you, what do you first try to find.
Everything in this world is significant
But few people try to be observant.
In those days life tested me.
Handkerchief was one of those surely comforts me.
It doesn't matter what it was made of.
Or the level of quality so on and so forth.
Keep it, don’t just throw it and put it into trash
Because sometimes, little things are those that are much more important.
A/N: Alright, so I made this poem when I was in the bus, just about to go home, from school.
Unfortunately, I had a cold by then and I badly needed my hanky. I must've left it somewhere cause I really couldn't find it.
An idea came to my head, I grabbed my pen n a piece of paper.
Yowh, maybe you guys would actually think this is just one heck of a boring poem, lol..
But errr-- for me, it's not. Not because of I'm the author, but because by that time, I, somehow realized, simple things, even little, really are important :)
